Later that evening, after Vespers, Paul went, as instructed, to his Mentor's room. He knocked gently and entered when he heard Jake tell him to.

"I am here, Mentor Jake." Paul said standing at the door, head bowed, hands clasped in front.

"We have much to accomplish tonight, Paul," Jake said. "This will be your chair in this room," he said pointing to a chair sitting in front of a small desk. And these will be some of your books. You will have others in your own cell. For the first year of your training, you will spend much time in this room with me. The light is better here and I will be nearby. You will often sleep here. I will have a cot delivered later this week. If I do not explicitly tell you on any given night that you are to spend the night here, you may request to do so. I may not, however, grant your request. In the winter mouths, this room is much warmer that yours will be so you will stay here much of the time. Do not ever hesitate, Paul, to ask to be here with me. Nor should you hesitate to ask to be alone in your cell. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mentor Jake. I understand." Jake pointed to the chair and Paul went to it and sat after first turning it to face his Mentor.

"At Gxxxxxxxx you were not allowed to sleep in another's bed were you?" Jake asked.

"No, Mentor. It was forbidden."

"As it should have been," Jake said. "Junior Novices are too young to sleep with their Mentors. But you are a Novice now."

"I understand, Mentor."

"We must get to know each other, Paul. And we will. We will know each other perhaps better than either of us will at first want. This is especially true of you. But always remember, Paul, no matter how much you may dislike -- even hate -- what I may say to you or do to you, I have your best interests as my guide. If you remember nothing else, remember that." Paul looked as though he wanted to speak, then stopped.

"In this room, Paul, you always have my permission to speak freely. If you do not speak freely I cannot gauge what is in your mind and, later, what is in your heart. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mentor Jake. I understand." Paul cast his eyes to the floor.

"Always attempt to look at me when you speak, Paul. Our eyes say much of what we think and feel. Often your eyes will tell me more than your words. In the classroom you will learn about human anatomy. You will learn that your eyes are the only of your senses that lead directly to your brain, your mind. In time, you will also learn what my eyes are saying to you. This will take time but it will happen. We will both know when that day arrives."

"Yes, Mentor."

"And, Paul, I will amend my statement to you of earlier today. You may – you should – address me with the word 'sir' as a matter of course. You do not, as I believe I told you, have to always say 'Yes, Mentor' or 'No, Mentor Jake'. You should as frequently say only 'Yes, sir' or 'No, sir'. The more formal terms are proper, but used excessively they hinder conversation. Let the situation and the presence of others be your guide. And when we are alone, you may from time to time address me merely as Jake. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Paul said and Jake could not suppress a smile. Seeing it, Paul smiled too. It was the first time Jake could remember seeing his new Novice smile and his heart sang at the sight. Tears filled his eyes.

"Come to me, Paul," Jake said holding out his hand. Paul rose from his chair and walked the few steps to the chair where Jake sat. "Pull your robe up to your waist and hold it there," Jake said. "Look in the direction of the door." Paul raised his robe, held it waist-high and stared toward the door, over Jake's head. Paul's hairless groin was less than a foot away from Jake. Paul's penis hung flaccid, his scrotum hung loosely and low, the testicles clearly outlined. Paul reached up and very gently cupped Paul's testicles in his hand. He massaged Paul's scrotum and the ridge behind the scrotum leading to his anus. Paul was amazed at how quickly Paul became fully erect. It took less than thirty seconds.

With his other hand, Jake began gently squeezing Paul's penis, watching the slit at the tip open and close. He slowly leaned forward, lowering his head. He extended his tongue and gently drew it across the tip of Paul's penis while squeezing hard. Paul moaned lowly and jetted his hips forward to allow Jake better access. Paul closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Jake's finger found Paul's anus and he gently rubbed it. Jake took Paul's entire erection into his mouth and gently sucked. Paul slowly rocked his hips back and forth to match Jake's manipulations with his mouth. This continued for barely a minute before Jake felt the signs of the impending eruption deep in Paul's groin. As Paul groaned loudly, Jake cupped his hand over the tip of Paul's penis and a second later caught the flow of semen. Paul exhaled long and loudly. Jake raised his hand to his face and took in the aroma of Paul's fluid. He then reached back between Paul's legs and wiped his hand on and around Paul's anus. Using Paul's own semen as a lubricant, Jake gently inserted first one, then two fingers deep into Paul's anus. Jake felt Paul loosen the muscles then tighten them around his fingers again and again as he twisted the two fingers slowly back and forth.

"Your asshole is well trained, Paul," Jake said.

"Should I say 'anus' or 'asshole', Mentor?" Paul asked after a few moments.

"When we are alone, Paul," Jake said, looking up at Paul's face, "use the word that best conveys your meaning."

"I like it when you do this to my asshole, sir," Paul said. Jake continued his gentle probing and twisting for a few moments more then withdrew his fingers and wiped them on Paul's scrotum. "I also like it when you make my release my fluid. I like it very much."

"Now, tell me Paul, what must you remember above all else?"

"That no matter how much I may dislike -- even hate -- what you may say or do to me, you have my best interest as your guide." Paul echoed Jake's earlier statement literally word perfect. "But Jake, The Order would not make you a Mentor if you would do anything hateful, would they?"

"No, Paul, they would not but it may be difficult for you to realize the wisdom of what I do at times." Jake said. "Did you think what I did to you earlier today in front of the Ordinate, somewhat hateful?"

"No, Jake. As the Ordinate Selig said, you were acting as his instrument." Paul looked deeply into Jake's eyes as he said this.

"You have an excellent memory, Paul. That can be a gift that will serve you well." Jake said returning Paul's intense look. "You had a hard time at Gxxxxxxxx as a Junior Novice, Paul?" Jake asked as his gently pushed Paul away from him. Paul took two steps back, letting his robe fall from his waist.

"I believe that I did, sir. Ordinate Kru---" Jake quickly held his hand up to interrupt Paul.

"A Lesson, Novice Paul: In relating incidents of your past, even if it is just an hour past, do not use names unless absolutely required to convey your meaning or avoid confusion. Do not volunteer information that is not essential to make your point. Gossip is something a Novice of The Order. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Mentor. I apologize."

Another Lesson, Paul: Do not apologize unless you feel compelled to. Otherwise your apologies loose meaning. In this case, for example, you had no compelling reason to apologize to me since you did not know my lesson. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Jake pointed to Paul's chair and Paul sat again.

"When I hear you apologize for some deed or even a thought you may have had, I need and want to know that your apology comes from your heart and that you have given thought to it."

"Yes, sir."

"Are you afraid of me Paul?" Jake said after a moment.

"I am afraid of what you may do to me, Mentor." Paul said in a low voice.

"Do you know what tribulations a Novice must suffer?"

"I don't know them all I am sure, sir."

"No, of course not, but you know many of them do you not?"

"Yes, sir. I do." There was a silence. "I am afraid of the punishments I must undergo, Mentor."

"Are you afraid of them or do you not look forward to them, Paul? Do you understand the difference?"

"Yes, sir. I do not look forward to them but I am afraid of those I do not yet know about."

"Perhaps there are not that many that you do not know about." Paul suggested.

"I am afraid of those that I know about but have not yet experienced."

"Tell me such a punishment, Paul."

"Having my penis switched, sir. It will be very painful, I know. I have seen it done. Novice William, my friend, says that his Mentor, Mentor William, will switch his penis soon."

"Why does he say that, Paul? Does he have reason to think such a thing?"

"He senses it, Mentor. William is good at knowing these kinds of things. William often knows thing before they happen. It is a gift."

"Are you good at sensing things as well, Paul?"

"No. Perhaps sometimes, Mentor."

"When you do sense something I want you to share it with me if you can and want to." There was silence again.

"Will I be punished tonight, Mentor?"

"Yes, you will. You know the offense, I am certain."

"Yes, sir, I know."

"You must be punished for it."

"Yes. I know."

"It will be a double punishment, Paul. Do you understand what that means?"

"It means I will be punished and that the punishment will be witnessed by others."

"My friend Mentor William and your friend Novice William will witness it." Paul bowed his head. "You do not want Novice William to be present?"

"I would prefer he not be, sir. He is my friend."

"So? Explain yourself, Paul."

"We do not like to see each other punished, Mentor."

"Is there a special place in your heart for William?"

"Yes." Paul said after a long pause.

"And in his for you?" Paul lowered his head slightly. "Look at me, Paul."

"Yes, sir." Paul's eyes filled with tears which with effort he successfully fought to hold back. He slowly slid from his chair onto his knees, lowering his head and holding his hands in prayer. He raised his head to look at Jake.

"What is it Paul?" Jake said, although he knew Paul's concern. He had skillfully brought his new Novice to this important point.

"Help me please, sir. Punish me for my thoughts. I truly love William."

Jake rose from his chair quickly and fell to his knees in front of his Novice. He took hold of Paul's shoulders and pulled him to himself, holding him tightly to his chest. "I will punish you, Paul, but not for loving another person nor for your thoughts. Your thoughts only express what is in your heart. I will punish you to teach you humility before me and so that you may release your feelings." Jake rose and went to the door of his room. He slid the bolt that locked the door and then returned to where Paul still knelt on the floor.

"Stand, Paul." Paul slowly rose keeping his eye on his Mentor's face. Jake knelt on one knee and removed Paul's sandals. He took the bottom of Paul's robe pulling it up as he stood again. He pulled the robe up past Paul's waist. "Raise your arms," he said and pulled the robe up over Paul's head. He folded it and placed it on Paul's chair. Paul stood naked before him. His genitals stood out in stark relief against his shaved groin. "Clasp your hands behind your neck." Jake said. Paul became very self-conscious as he saw Jake looking at him.

"I am not large, sir." Paul said out of nervousness as his face, neck and even his chest turned red.

"Do not ever say that again to me, Paul. Now turn." Paul turned his back to Jake. The marks from the switch had all but disappeared from Paul's buttocks but the weals on the back of his legs remained. They would remain for several days, Jake knew. Jake walked to his bed and sat on the edge still looking at Paul. He reached down and pulled his robe up to uncover his legs, tucking it around his waist. "Stand here," Jake said, pointing to the floor in front of him. Paul quickly took the three steps to arrive in front of Jake.

"This will be the first of many spankings I shall give you while you are with me, Paul. Unless I tell you otherwise, they will all begin with you as you are now, standing naked before me with your arms raised as the are now. Do you understand?

"Yes, Jake."

You will be spanked like a small boy. Do not feel that this is to demean your young manhood. There are good reasons that I choose to spank you like a boy. Perhaps you will understand the reasons as we spend more time together. For now know that a spanking is not demeaning."

"Yes, sir." Paul again blushed, perhaps at the thought of being spanked like a small boy.

"Turn," Jake said softly. With Paul's back to him, Jake rubbed a hand across Paul's buttocks then ran a finger down the deep cleft between the buttocks. Jake could still feel the wettness of Paul's own semen. "Bend forward and use your hands to expose your anus," Jake said. Paul bent reaching back to pull his buttocks widely apart. Paul's wrinkled anus was perfectly symmetrical and appeared damp. Jake had Paul hold this position for some time. He recalled from his days as a Novice how humiliating it was to expose one's anus in this way, and the principal reason for a spanking was to humiliate. "Stand and turn." Jake said.

Jake gently patted his left knee. "Lie across my leg," he said, "Carefully. Take care of your genitals." But Paul had obviously been spanked over many knees, many times and he knew exactly how to take his position with no further instructions from Jake. As he lowered himself, he rested his chest and head on the bed. Without being told by Jake, he placed his hands at the bottom of his back. He instinctively turned his head to the side so that he could see Jake over his shoulder. Jake turned his head to look down into his Paul's eyes. He held Paul's wrists tightly in his left hand placing his right leg over the heels of Paul's feet. Jake rubbed his right hand slowly and very lightly around Paul's well-presented buttocks in a circular motion to sensitize the skin. He began talking to Paul gently and softly.

"Spankings are very special punishments, Paul. At your age, they humiliate more than cause pain. But they serve their function well." Jake continued to grip Paul's wrists tightly and lightly brush the skin of his buttocks. " When a Mentor takes his Novice over his knee to spank him, he is acting as the father of the Novice." Paul frowned trying to understand. "Tell me, Paul, what is most on your mind at this moment."

"That you will spank me hard, Mentor."

"You have been spanked hard before have you not?"

"Oh, yes, sir," Paul said. "Many times. But not by you, Mentor." Jake raised his right hand and brought it down on Paul's buttocks. The slap reverberated in the small, but sparsely furnished room. Jake watched closely as Paul flinched at the first slap and closed his eyes tightly.

And so Paul's first official punishment from his new Mentor began. Appropriately enough, it was a simple spanking. Jake couldn't help but wonder how many spankings he would deliver to these particular buttocks over the next year. There would never be 'the first slap' again he thought to himself. He felt Paul squirm slightly to alter his position and he felt what he knew to be Paul's penis press hard against the inside of his left thigh. He delivered another slap, this one intentionally much harder. He delivered five more slaps, some higher, some lower on Paul's buttocks. Jake took his right leg and pushed against Paul's right ankle. With only that small clue, Paul immediately knew to spread his legs open slightly. Jake delivered his next slap to the inside of Paul's left thigh. Paul inhaled sharply and made a short, high-pitched squeal. His wrists reflexively pulled against Jake's strong grip. Ten hard slaps followed landing over all of Paul's buttocks and on his upper legs. Paul began to squirm and wiggle his butt in protest. Jake pressed Paul's hands hard against his back and again pushed Paul's leg outward. Paul spread his legs even wider. Jake could now look between Paul's legs to see his anus and just below it his scrotum. Jake reached down and gently spread Paul's buttocks a little further. He then placed a finger against Paul's anus and rubbed it gently.

One might assume that a open-hand spanking between an adult in his mid-to-late twenties and a eighteen year old near-adult could not be very painful for the younger of the two. That would be an incorrect assumption. For although any single slap might not be particularly painful, the cumulative effect of many hard slaps, correctly spaced and well placed, could be devastating. Paul knew this from first-hand experience. Jake also knew it and he used all of his past experience and skill as he timed and aimed the next dozen hard slaps to Paul's butt.

"Keep your legs spread, Paul," Jake said in a soft, controlled voice as he landed his hard slaps. Paul's squirming increased with each slap. His buttocks and upper legs were now bright red. Jake paused to run his open hand over the warm skin. "Tell me what is in your heart at this moment, Paul," he said gently after a short while.

Paul began to weep immediately, although Jake had not delivered a slap for several seconds. Jake knew that the reason Paul had asked to be punished a few minutes ago as he knelt on the floor was to give himself a reason to release his pent-up emotions. Although he wasn't aware of it, Paul needed to cry and in asking his Mentor to please punish him, he had actually asked Jake to provide an excuse to do so. Jake knew this well not only from his experience as a Mentor, but as much, or more, from his own experiences as a Novice. Jake himself had lain over his Mentor's knee weeping freely on many occasions. The cumulative pain of the spanking might provide the immediate reason for a few tears, Jake recalled, but once these tears were produced, the more important deep sobbing and open crying would spring forth. A skillful spanking often led to a catharsis. This Jake knew very well.

Paul repeated his question, "Tell me what is in your heart, Paul."

Paul was now sobbing freely in fits and starts, trying to answer Jake's question in between deep sobs.

"Oh...sir...I...am so scared." Paul managed to say.

"Paul, are you frightened because of what your heart feels?"

"Yes,...Mentor. Oh please...help me, sir."

"Does this involve your friend William?" Jake already knew the answer to his question, but the question had to be posed.

"Must I say, sir," Paul's weeping and his deep sobs were abating somewhat.

"You must. You must always tell me what is in your heart, Paul. You must."

"I love him, Mentor."

"And this scares you?"

"He says he will leave The Order. That he will run away, if he must." Paul again began to sob, hiding his face on the mattress.

"Look at me, Paul," Jake said in a stern voice -- the sternest voice he had used with Paul, except when he lost his temper during Paul's Initial Ordeal that afternoon. Paul quickly looked up, his face covered with tears, mucus flowing from his nose. "Do not hide your face from me, Paul. Are you ashamed of your feelings?"

"Yes, sir." Jake loosened his grip of Paul's wrists slightly. Paul flinched as Jake raised his other hand toward Paul's face but Jake, with the same hand that had spanked Paul's buttocks and upper legs severely just moments before, he now gently caressed Paul's face, the back of his neck and his shoulders. Paul continued to look up into Jake's eyes.

"Your feelings are nothing to be ashamed of, Paul. They sound pure and wholesome. They are painful to you only because you lack the experience to judge them properly." Jake continued to gently caress Paul's neck and shoulders. "Do you have wisdom and knowledge that you lacked only two, three years ago?" Jake said.

"Yes, sir."

"And so will you have wisdom and knowledge and understanding in two year's time that you do not have now. Do you understand this?"

"I believe it is true, Mentor." Paul said, still looking at Jake.

"Meanwhile know this, Novice Paul: weeping is a way to release your feelings, never be ashamed to weep. Nor should you be reluctant to smile and laugh -- although you now have little reason to laugh. But endeavor to find things to laugh about when you are alone and no one can see you. Laugh at yourself if you must. But laugh or at least smile as you did a little while ago. Likewise, Paul, cry when you must. Do so freely and without shame." Jake continued to lightly stroke Paul's shoulders. "I need your permission to speak to Mentor William about what you have told me."

"Permission, sir?" Paul could not imagine a Mentor asking a Novice for permission to do anything.

"Yes. You volunteered the information to me in trust. I did not learn of it from another source nor were you bound by any agreement between us to tell me of your feelings toward Novice William or of his intentions. We will have such an understanding shortly but we do not now."

"Will William be punished for his feelings about leaving The Order?" Paul asked.

"Not by me nor by Mentor William. Not solely from what you shared with me just now. It is quite possible that I may not need to tell William's Mentor of any plans of leaving."

"I don't want William to be punished for something I said about him, Mentor."

"You are right to feel that way, Paul. Do I have your permission?"

"Yes, Mentor," Paul said, new tears spilling from his eyes. Jake raised his hand to smooth Paul's rumpled hair. Again Paul flinched seeing Jake's hand move toward him.

"You have often been hit in the face, Paul?" Jake asked frowning with concern.

"Yes, sir, I have. Many times." Paul felt a feeling of rage rise in him that he was careful not to show to his Novice. "Rise," he said, releasing his hold of Paul's wrists. Paul quickly stood and took a step backward as Jake stood, his robe falling down from his waist. As Paul stood naked in front of him, Jake pointed to his bed.

"Lie down, on your right side." Jake said.

Not being able to judge Jake's mood, but knowing it had changed in the last few seconds, Paul quickly obeyed. But as he lay on the bed and turned on his side he couldn't help but think that Jake was about to _f_u_c_k_ him.

It was a widely held belief among Junior Novices at Gxxxxxxxx that they would be _f_u_c_k_ed by their new Mentors at Bxxxxxxxx soon after their arrival. Paul thought that his time had come. In anticipation, Paul sub-consciously moved to the very edge of the bed, pulling his legs tightly up to his belly to allow Jake better access to his anus. He was prepared to give himself to his Mentor.

"No, Paul," Jake said, reading what was obviously on Paul's mind. "I will not take you just yet." Jake lay down on the bed and turning on his right side also, he placed himself as close to Paul as he could. He even reached out and pulled Paul closer. Jake rested his chin on Paul's left shoulder and spoke softly into his ear.

"I need not know the details, Paul, of who hit you in the face or where or how many times. But know this, my new Novice, I will never hit you like that. Never. I will spank you and I will switch your butt and legs. I will paddle your butt and legs. I will squeeze your testicles and, if you give me reason, I will switch your penis. I will _f_u_c_k_ your butt and manipulate your penis with my hand and mouth. I will insert plugs into your anus and I will require you to perform other acts that humiliate you. But I will never hit you in the face, Paul. If I should ever do that, that is the day you must leave me. Not the day I release you, but the day you must leave me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mentor," Paul said and felt new tears fill his eyes.

Do you know, Paul, that Novices are more important than Mentors in The Order?"

Paul frowned, trying to understand. "How can that be, sir?"

"Mentors can be trained or replaced and new ones trained. Novices – well qualified Novices with great potential – can not. The future of The Order lies in our Novices. Novices are our treasure. Can you understand this?"

"I do not understand. But surely Mentors are just as important. Many want to be Mentors."

"So that they can train Novices." Jake said.

"I will understand someday." Paul said.

"I have trained eight Novices, Paul. You are my ninth. Never have I struck a Novice as you have been. "

"Will you also beat my feet, Mentor?" Paul said. Jake's list of punishments and humiliations was obviously on Paul's mind.

"Not unless instructed to do so by someone in a position to give me orders. It is not a punishment that I feel brings humiliation, only pain. That is my own personal feeling. Many Mentor do beat the feet of their Novices."

"And my anus, will your touch it with your tongue?"

"Why do you ask these questions, Paul. Do you not enjoy that?"

"I do enjoy it, sir." Paul said. "You instructed me to speak what is in my heart, Mentor. You also instructed me to not apologize unless it was from my heart. I will not apologize for telling you this. It would not be from my heart, Mentor. I will say the words if you instruct me to but I can not mean the words."

"In your second year, Paul, if I am your Mentor then, I will seek to know what you enjoy so that I might do it to you. Until then, you must take what I decide is best for you."

"I should not have told you what I enjoy but I am not sorry that I did, Mentor."

"Nor should you be, Paul. I asked you the question and you answered truthfully. It is I who must be careful of my questions."

"Will you not be my Mentor my second year?"

"Perhaps not. That will be decided much later, Novice. It is not for you to concern yourself with."

"I know."

"Tell me what is one your mind now, Paul."

"In my heart or on my mind, sir?"

"On your mind."

"Will you punish me further tonight?"

"Yes. You must still be punished for your misdeed in front of Ordinate Selig. You know that."

"Will you _f_u_c_k_ me tonight?"

"Yes, possibly. What else is on your mind?"

"I wonder why you spanked me, Mentor. Can I know that?"

"If you think, you will know the answer, Paul." Paul was quiet for a moment, deep in thought.

"You wanted me to be able to cry, I think." Jake said nothing but only thought how wise his new Novice was. Sensing that Jake would not comment on his statement, Paul changed the subject.

"Where will I be punished?"

"Here, on this bed."

"I don't want William here, Mentor."

"I know and I understand why. But he will be present. Accept that. What you 'want', Novice, is irrelevant. I shall go soon and tell William and his Mentor to come here."

"Can I know what punishment, Mentor?"

"You will know when it happens, not before. It will happen soon." Jake rolled away from Paul and got to his feet."

"Mentor?" Paul said.

"Yes?"

"Should I say 'urinate', 'empty my bladder' or 'piss', and should I say 'eliminate', 'empty my bowel' or '_s_h_i_t_'?"

"When we are alone, Paul, you may use whichever terms you wish, none offend me. As I told you, use the word which best conveys your meaning. When you are with others or we are not alone, you must let your brain be your guide, not me."

"I need to piss, sir."

"Put your robe and sandals on and go to the water closet. You know where it is. If anyone stops you, tell them you are with your Mentor tonight and must return as soon as possible. They will not detain you. I will likely be gone when you return from the closet. Keep your robe on and sit in your chair. I will not be long. Now go. You know, do you not, that you are not to empty your bowel for the next three days."

"Yes, Mentor, I know. I don't have anything in my bowel."

"Yes, I should think not. We will talk more of this tomorrow, now go, have your piss. And do as I told you."

"Mentor?"

"Yes, Paul."

"My heart is lighter."

"I am glad. Now go, Paul. Piss."